I’m not generally the kind of person who really cares about doing the "birthday" thing. The fact that the Mr. is a big birthday fan has always sort of bugged me out but I play along for his benefit.
But once again, I’ve discovered that parenthood can change your perspective on just about anything. I absolutely loved my birthday this year – because it brought such joy to my Puddin Pop. She got such a kick out of buying presents and getting me a cake that it just made me melt.
My darlin’ Pud gifted me with both an Sesame Street puzzle AND a deck of Old Maid cards. She was as proud of her selections as she could be and told me "Mama, I can help you play with them!" She also was kind enough to move my balloons to what ever room I was currently occupying for the next 3 days.
I may not like being the center of attention with anyone else but I’ll take lavish spotlighting from my Pud any ol day – even if it does mean I’m a year older.